Egeria sighs. “I wish Cat would wake up. She’d have ideas about all this, I’m sure.” “I just wish Cat would wake up,” Griffin says dully. Emotion swells in my chest. Warm fingers brush my forehead. The touch is gentle, the skin rough. I want to turn into Griffin’s hand. The irony isn’t lost on me. I spent weeks rejecting him, and now that I don’t want to anymore, I can’t even move.
